肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994)【完整台词】
肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994) 全部台词 (当前第7页,一共 13 页)
if he tried.
You know what I'm trying to say?
I do believe
you're talking out of your ass.
You believe whatever you want.
But I tell you these walls are funny.
First you hate them.
Then you get used to them.
Enough time passes...
...you get so you depend on them.
That's "institutionalized."
Shit.
- I could never get like that.
- Oh, yeah?
Wait till you've been here
as long as Brooks.
Goddamn right.
They send you here for life...
...that's exactly what they take.
Part that counts, anyway.
I can't take care of you no more, Jake.
You go on now.
You're free.
You're free.
Good luck, Brooksie.
Dear fellas:
I can't believe how fast things move
on the outside.
Watch it, old-timer!
Want to get killed?
I saw an automobile once
when I was a kid...
...but now they're everywhere.
The world went and got itself
in a big damn hurry.
The parole board
got me into this halfway house...
...called "The Brewer"...
...and a job...
...bagging groceries at the Food-Way.
It's hard work and I try to keep up...
...but my hands hurt most of the time.
Make sure your man double-bags.
Last time, the bottom near came out.
Make sure you double-bag
like the lady says. Understand?
Yes, sir. Surely will.
I don't think the store manager
likes me very much.
Sometimes after work,
I go to the park and feed the birds.
I keep thinking...
...Jake might just show up
and say hello.
But he never does.
I hope, wherever he is, he's doing okay
and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night.
I have bad dreams like I'm falling.
I wake up scared.
Sometimes it takes me a while
to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get a gun and rob
the Food-Way so they'd send me home.
I could shoot the manager while
I was at it. Sort of like a bonus.
I guess I'm too old
for that sort of nonsense anymore.
I don't like it here.
I'm tired of being afraid all the time.
I've decided...
...not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss...
...not for an old crook like me.
"I doubt they'll kick up any fuss,
not for an old crook like me.
P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry
I put a knife to his throat.
No hard feelings. Brooks."
He should have died in here.
What the fuck have you done?
It's a goddamn mess,
I'll tell you that.
- What's all this?
- You tell me. They're addressed to you.
Take it.
"Dear Mr. Dufresne:
In response to your inquiries...
...the state has allocated the enclosed
funds for your library project."
This is $200.
"In addition, the library district
has generously responded...
...with a donation of used books
and sundries.
We trust this will fill your needs.
We now consider the matter closed.
Please stop sending us letters."
Clear all this out
before the warden gets back.
Yes, sir.
Good for you, Andy.
Wow!
It only took six years.
From now on, I'll write two
letters a week instead of one.
I believe you're crazy enough.
Get this stuff out...
...like he said.
I've got to pinch a loaf.
When I come back...
...this is all gone, all right?
Do you hear that?
Dufresne!
Andy, let me out!
I have no idea to this day what those
two Italian ladies were singing about.
Truth is, I don't want to know.
Some things are best left unsaid.
I like to think it was something
so beautiful...
...it can't be expressed in words...
...and makes your heart ache
because of it.
I tell you, those voices soared...
...higher and farther than anybody
in a gray place dares to dream.
It was like a beautiful bird
flapped into our drab cage...
...and made those walls dissolve away.
And for the briefest of moments...
...every last man at Shawshank
felt free.
It pissed the warden off
something awful.
Open the door.
Open it up!
Dufresne, open this door!
Turn that off!
I am warning you. Turn that off!
You're mine now.
Andy got two weeks in the hole
for that little stunt.
On your feet.
- Hey, look who's here.
- Maestro!
You couldn't play something good, huh?
Like Hank Williams?
They broke the door down
before I could take requests.
- Was it worth two weeks?
- Easiest time I ever did.
- No such thing as easy time in the hole.
- A week in the hole is like a year.
- Damn straight.
- I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
So they let you tote
that record player down there, huh?
It was in here.
In here.
That's the beauty of music. They...
...can't get that from you.
Haven't you ever felt
that way about music?
Well, I played a mean harmonica
as a younger man.
Lost interest in it, though.
Didn't make much sense in here.
Here's where it makes the most sense.
You need it so you don't forget.
Forget?
Forget that there are...
...places...
...in the world
that aren't made out of stone.
There's something...
...inside...
...that they can't get to...
...that they can't touch.
That's yours.
You know what I'm trying to say?
I do believe
you're talking out of your ass.
You believe whatever you want.
But I tell you these walls are funny.
First you hate them.
Then you get used to them.
Enough time passes...
...you get so you depend on them.
That's "institutionalized."
Shit.
- I could never get like that.
- Oh, yeah?
Wait till you've been here
as long as Brooks.
Goddamn right.
They send you here for life...
...that's exactly what they take.
Part that counts, anyway.
I can't take care of you no more, Jake.
You go on now.
You're free.
You're free.
Good luck, Brooksie.
Dear fellas:
I can't believe how fast things move
on the outside.
Watch it, old-timer!
Want to get killed?
I saw an automobile once
when I was a kid...
...but now they're everywhere.
The world went and got itself
in a big damn hurry.
The parole board
got me into this halfway house...
...called "The Brewer"...
...and a job...
...bagging groceries at the Food-Way.
It's hard work and I try to keep up...
...but my hands hurt most of the time.
Make sure your man double-bags.
Last time, the bottom near came out.
Make sure you double-bag
like the lady says. Understand?
Yes, sir. Surely will.
I don't think the store manager
likes me very much.
Sometimes after work,
I go to the park and feed the birds.
I keep thinking...
...Jake might just show up
and say hello.
But he never does.
I hope, wherever he is, he's doing okay
and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night.
I have bad dreams like I'm falling.
I wake up scared.
Sometimes it takes me a while
to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get a gun and rob
the Food-Way so they'd send me home.
I could shoot the manager while
I was at it. Sort of like a bonus.
I guess I'm too old
for that sort of nonsense anymore.
I don't like it here.
I'm tired of being afraid all the time.
I've decided...
...not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss...
...not for an old crook like me.
"I doubt they'll kick up any fuss,
not for an old crook like me.
P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry
I put a knife to his throat.
No hard feelings. Brooks."
He should have died in here.
What the fuck have you done?
It's a goddamn mess,
I'll tell you that.
- What's all this?
- You tell me. They're addressed to you.
Take it.
"Dear Mr. Dufresne:
In response to your inquiries...
...the state has allocated the enclosed
funds for your library project."
This is $200.
"In addition, the library district
has generously responded...
...with a donation of used books
and sundries.
We trust this will fill your needs.
We now consider the matter closed.
Please stop sending us letters."
Clear all this out
before the warden gets back.
Yes, sir.
Good for you, Andy.
Wow!
It only took six years.
From now on, I'll write two
letters a week instead of one.
I believe you're crazy enough.
Get this stuff out...
...like he said.
I've got to pinch a loaf.
When I come back...
...this is all gone, all right?
Do you hear that?
Dufresne!
Andy, let me out!
I have no idea to this day what those
two Italian ladies were singing about.
Truth is, I don't want to know.
Some things are best left unsaid.
I like to think it was something
so beautiful...
...it can't be expressed in words...
...and makes your heart ache
because of it.
I tell you, those voices soared...
...higher and farther than anybody
in a gray place dares to dream.
It was like a beautiful bird
flapped into our drab cage...
...and made those walls dissolve away.
And for the briefest of moments...
...every last man at Shawshank
felt free.
It pissed the warden off
something awful.
Open the door.
Open it up!
Dufresne, open this door!
Turn that off!
I am warning you. Turn that off!
You're mine now.
Andy got two weeks in the hole
for that little stunt.
On your feet.
- Hey, look who's here.
- Maestro!
You couldn't play something good, huh?
Like Hank Williams?
They broke the door down
before I could take requests.
- Was it worth two weeks?
- Easiest time I ever did.
- No such thing as easy time in the hole.
- A week in the hole is like a year.
- Damn straight.
- I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
So they let you tote
that record player down there, huh?
It was in here.
In here.
That's the beauty of music. They...
...can't get that from you.
Haven't you ever felt
that way about music?
Well, I played a mean harmonica
as a younger man.
Lost interest in it, though.
Didn't make much sense in here.
Here's where it makes the most sense.
You need it so you don't forget.
Forget?
Forget that there are...
...places...
...in the world
that aren't made out of stone.
There's something...
...inside...
...that they can't get to...
...that they can't touch.
That's yours.
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